Chapter 1: Nineteen

Well, a year has passed since I feminised my father, Jack, changed his name to Jacqui, and made him my bitch. He’s been much better since Gordon dried him out over four days using the ‘cold turkey’ method. Dad still occasionally stares longingly at others drinking alcohol when we go out for dinner or to a bar or club. However, fingers crossed, he’s stayed on the wagon for almost a year. Dad, at Gordon’s insistence, joined AA. He attends weekly, mostly on his own.

Ben turned out to be what Gordon disparagingly called ‘a chaser’. He was happy to come to our place or meet Dad at The Wickham, which, although it has a significant LGBTQI clientele, is known as a ‘straight bar’. Ben wouldn’t take Dad on dates to a restaurant, and he wouldn’t come with us to watch Gordon in his shows at Sporties or The Brunswick because those were known as ‘gay bars’, and he didn’t want to be seen with a ‘tranny’.

Dad’s transition to female proceeded smoothly. Gordon prescribed him estrogen, which further feminised Dad’s appearance and softened his facial and body hair. We’ve got money, so Dad underwent several laser treatments to remove his body hair, with further electrolysis treatments to get rid of what was left. Dad also had electrolysis to remove his facial, armpit, and pubic hair permanently.

Gordon recommended a Melbourne-based cosmetic surgeon who thinned Dad’s nose, shaved his browbone and Adam’s apple, and added cheekbone inserts to help him look more feminine. We returned two months later, and Dad now owns a delicious pair of C-cup breasts that match mine in fullness and firmness. We can still swap clothes back and forth because we’re essentially the same size, although Dad’s shoulders are broader than mine. Dad didn’t want ‘bottom surgery’ because he wanted to be able to make love to me, which I thought was sweet.

The only bugbear was that the estrogen killed Dad’s erection, which depressed him because he couldn’t make love to me like he used to. Gordon came to the rescue again. Now he was off the booze and exercising regularly, Dad was healthy enough for Gordon to prescribe Viagra. So, when Dad or I are horny, he takes a little blue pill and we fuck like teenagers. Well, I still am, so I guess that’s fair.

Tasha and I are still together, although we’re not exclusive with each other. I’m dating a sweet boy, Tom, who took me to The School Formal (Prom for you Americans). I let him get lucky on our fourth date, and he stayed the night with Dad and me. No, not like that, sillies! I meant he stayed the night at my place. Tom freaked a little bit when he found out the next day that my ‘mum’ was actually my dad, but he’s handling it okay, and they’re friendly now. It was amusing when my father tried to give Tom ‘the dad’s talk’ dressed and looking like a sexy, quite pretty, middle-aged woman.